Specialist lyrics

[Intro]
(DTB, that's a slap)

[Verse 1: Offset Jim]
I swear to God this sh*t be easy to me, like ridin' a bike
I forgot to text her back, I was high as a kite
Askin' if I want the pus*y, yeah, b*tch, I just might
I just stumbled in the kitchen, dropped a four in my Sprite, ayy
Me and Yosh ride down Rodeo, pockets heavy, you guessed it
When it come to talkin' sh*t, b*tch, you know I'm a specialist (Ayy)
When it come to totin' guns, b*tch, you know I'm a weapon-ist
pus*y rapper, stay away, I don't need your acceptance (Ayy)

[Chorus: Offset Jim]
Fresh up off the jet, eight thousand in my sweats
Left an AR and a Draco posted in the West
Fresh up off thе jet, eight thousand in my sweats
Lеft an AR and a Draco posted in the West

[Verse 2: Offset Jim]
Policin' on that pus*y ain't gon' stop her from choosin'
I been so caught up in winnin', how the f*ck can I lose it?
Load after load, I'm gettin' it straight
I be really in the field, f*ck playin' it safe
b*tch, I'm everything that's in my music
Went gold up in the trap for servin' users
I heard you had a bag and blew it
I could never be you n*ggas livin' clueless
[Chorus: Offset Jim & Bravo the Bagchaser]
Fresh up off the jet, eight thousand in my sweats
Left an AR and a Draco posted in the West
pus*y rapper, stay away, I don't need your acceptance (What up, Jim?)
When it come to talkin' sh*t, b*tch, you know I'm a specialist

[Verse 3: Bravo the Bagchaser]
Fresh off the tour bus, the opps can't handle us (Nah, they can't handle us)
I ain't f*ckin' with you b*tches 'cause you scandalous (b*tch, you scandalous)
I been sippin' on the Wock', I miss the Actavis (I miss the Act')
Ratchet on me, baby, I be on that ratchet sh*t
I could pull out some guap, and you can't match this sh*t (You can't match that)
I'll still run up in your crib and flip the mattress, b*tch
Racks on me, f*ck rap, I'm still passin', b*tch (I'm still passin')
Two sticks on my waist, ain't no lackin', b*tch (No lackin')
I ain't never changed, b*tch, I don't think I will (Think I will)
I ain't gotta pay my shooters, they just like to kill (Like to drill)
Your b*tch chose up on you, how that make you feel? (How you feel?)
You n*ggas still out here broke, this sh*t can't be real
Every time I leave the crib, I got the Drakey with me (Got that b*tch with me)
I don't play about sh*t, don't be playin' with me (Hmm)
Every time I leave the crib, I got the Drakey with me (Ayy)
I don't play about sh*t, don't be playin' with me

[Chorus: Offset Jim]
Fresh up off the jet, eight thousand in my sweats
Left an AR and a Draco posted in the West
pus*y rapper, stay away, I don't need your acceptance
When it come to talkin' sh*t, b*tch, you know I'm a specialist